The room was immaculate. Fancy, high class chairs sat in pairs of two along the walls on either side of the room. Some white, some red others grey. They all were shiny. Glowing under the beautiful
chandelier over head, bringing life to the wide open space.

This building was large. Large enough to swallow up the sound of a deathly scream in just the other room. Large enough to find yourself lost after the first left turn around a long dark corridor.

There was no sound. Just the echos of a patient gait in four inch heels. This place was a masterpiece, reminicent of a twentieth century palace. Grand wooden doors leading off to marvelous rooms
all serving a purpose that held no concern to the average height woman crossing the floor of this large room.

An unreadable expression draped across a beautiful full face. Burgundy colored lips and georgeous caremel skin glistening under that shimmering chandelier. Hair pulled back into a tight bun and
dazzling earrings glowing in either ear. Business.

This was a business and she had come to this part of the mansion to deliver a message. The room fell silent of even her footsteps before the screeching of one of those large heavy doors. The woman
standing perched on her black strapped heels. A sight to see in her Burgundy dress that swayed with the switch of her hips. Placed either hand on her hips peering into the dimly lit room. A figure
just a few feet from the door way sat with her head laying down. The wooden chair with a curved back supporting her helpless frame. Thick, Pressed black hair wrapped around her face protecting the
strangers identity from all but the woman in the burgundy dress.

The woman walks further into the room that was furnished and clearly operating as an office assumably for some million dollar business man. A large leather chair turned away from the desk sitting
in front of the slouched form in the wooden chair. The room, though warm abound in the eerie feeling of dread and an awaiting persecution.

The leather chair spinning to allow the light beam shimming in through the open door illuminated the deepest creases of a face. Belonging to a Mr. Reynolds. His crisp clean white shirt tucked
neatly into his black slacks. A multicolored tie falling to the point of an arrow down to his crotch. He tilts his head upon making eye contact with the woman in the beautiful dress at the door.

"I am sorry to disturb you but there is a Mr. Keebler here to see your guest", Those burgundy stained lips speak.

The broken form in the chair lifts her head. A look of disbelief, sorrow and fear crossing her deep brown eyes. Her lipstick smudged and the black mascara running down each cheek. A brief moment
passes then the older gentleman across from her responds.

"Well, now we find that he isn't dead after all. Bring him to me Leona', He croaks at the beautiful temptress standing in the doorway. She nods before disappearing with a loud bang sealing the room
shut.

Mr. Reynolds eyes looming over the form of the woman sitting across but facing aways from him.

Her eyes lower and her head follows, lowering into her lap. This is not how it was supposed to be. This not how it was supposed to end if he made it out he was to never look for her again. He was
to never follow her..home

"You look as if you may cry my dear. Why don't we start from the beginning shall we?"

The woman makes no movement nor does she speak. The phrase only repeats her head.. "The beginning.. Yes, the beginning".